Miracle Grow is inside you,activate it now.

There no right age,or right stage,to bloom. Whether you blossom at twenty or seventy; at some point you will expose your petals and show the world your glory. Meanwhile,there is a splendor in a flower that is waiting to open. The tightly encased petals swell with repressed yearning to release and a hint of the fragrance to come is heavy in the air. The unique combination; of sun, wind, water, and temperature, sets the stage for blooming. Some may need water in the form of tears, wind in the form of conflict, heat in the form of disorder and finally the blazing sun of pain, fear, and disappointment. Yes the most beautiful flower sometimes requires the most extreme weather conditions. When those flowers unfold, they shower the world’s garden with fragrance, magnificence, intricacy, and passion.

What comes next is unknown, but learn to love it all.

The thing about love is that no matter how many times you vow to run from it, it finds you. Hiding places are wonderful especially after you have been hurt. But love finds you despite every attempt to block it out. When it does, you start remembering how wonderful it really is. For it is the forgetting that both protects us and hurts us at the same time.  But once you are reminded of the very thing that has inspired men and women since the beginning to time; you realize that this is something that you will never run from again. Which of course means that you could get hurt....again. But the decision to take that risk is a decision that reminds you that love, which brings the risk of profound pain, is also the act of profound joy. A metopher for life perhaps. We have to live it fully and absorb all of it.
 So the cabin in the woods is on hold for a fairytale cottage in the village. I could care less about 'Happily ever after,'for my happy is now.